Headlights and Red Lights

[Michael]

There are a couple of poems that I wrote and have posted in the past that reflect my views on Christmas. I figure the time is getting close, so I’m reposting them.

Freeways aren’t free.
It’s x-mas time.
Pollution kisses intentions.
Money waits.
Impatience liberates.
Sudden, swift attack.
Wearisome words waltz wittingly without care.
Automobiles weave
like threads
for a seamstress.

Where are we going?
Where have we been?
Lights shine
into wide eyes,
scrambling
as time runs out.

Hs birth,
his life,
his death
contorted into
head lights
and
red lights.

[Gala The Word Wench]

giving pause and thought...thank for this...

[Michael]

Thanks, again, Lisa.

[Territorial Hawk]

I remember this, I think, from before.

Thank you for posting it again.

[Michael]

Hawk, thanks for remembering this and for your kind response.